I started my day at the vet. I have a cat who had a partial urinary blockage a week ago and I have been closely monitoring him since. He was showing signs of pain again and after a few bouts of peeing on shirts in the past 24 hours, I thought it best to recheck him and make sure he didn't re-block. This was in-between visits this morning. I got him back home and headed right out again.
Fast forward to 4 dogs later. I go into the house and see mail ripped up. Not normal, but not unusual. Then I see plastic chewed up and an unraveled roll of poop bags. Ok.... then I see a VERY jittery and hyper dog. Hmm.... then I walk into the kitchen and see MANY silver wrappers that are all torn up. Damn!! I quickly figure out that they are chocolate protein bars and call the owner. No answer. This dog is looking at me like he is going to jump out of his skin from sugar overload. I call again, no answer. I am then contemplating just taking him over to the vet to induce vomiting, but I hate doing that without the owners permission. I search the bathrooms for hydrogen peroxide so that I can induce vomiting on their deck. I don't see any! The owner then calls me back, confirms that there were at least 5 protein bars in the box that he ate, and we agree that I will take him to the vet and she will meet me.
I clean everything up - throw a leash on him, and fly out the door with the box that the bars came in (the box was untouched, sneaky bastard) We get to the vet, we go in a room, and they look up the ingredients in these bars that could potentially be harmful. I hate walking in there, but as a former employee they at least know that I wouldn't do it if it weren't emergent. All the while, he is giving me cute guilty looks